On the wing of a prayer ?

Her doting daughter  opened the door just like she had done so many times before..”Mother tis only me” she called out, her Mum would be sat with her knitting no doubt..

But as she looked at that old wooden fireside chair, knitting needles lay on it, yet her Mum was not there..So she walked into the kitchen to make them a brew, she switched on the kettle like she always did do..Climbing the stairs shouting” You must be in your bedroom” when all of a sudden her heart felt such gloom.. 

Her immediate reaction was instant dismay as she saw the phone toppled over not too far away..and her old Mother was slumped in an old rocking chair, she had tried to ring herself on a wing of a prayer..But her Mum’s bible lay on the floor, opened on page number 204..”Do not grieve like the rest of mankind who have no hope” ~ Thessalonians 4:13.. and her daughter wept though she did not mope, then time had passed her by after the funeral had been..

She thought that this passage from her dear old Mother’s book, had been deliberately open just so she could look..and whilst she had kissed her Mum’s cheek with teardrops flowing from her eyes, she read out aloud those words from the bible on her dear Mother’s demise..And yes she was sad, how she missed her Mum so, but the good Lord had called her and it was her time to go...